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Ethan’s chest and he nudged her legs further apart,
holding her steady as he pushed his cock inside her.
    ‘You are so beautiful.’ He slid into her, cupping
her head in his hands while she urged him deeper inside by clasping the cheeks
of his ass. The change in position brought Ethan’s pelvic bone into delicious contact
with hers and tiny electric shocks of arousal speared through her again as she
ground against him.
    Hallie jerked helplessly as wave after wave of
sensation rocked through her. With every part of them so intimately joined, she
marvelled at the way her soft body moulded around his hard muscle as if they
were created only for each other. Hallie planted her feet on either side of his
hips and thrust up towards him, allowing him to enter her deeper than before. He
gave a hoarse cry and pounded into her like he’d been waiting for Hallie to
show him that it was what she’d wanted all along.
    She threw her head back against the pillows when
the first spasms of another orgasm hit hard. Her hands searched blindly for his
shoulders and she clung on to him, pulling him closer. A whimper of unrestrained
pleasure tumbled from her lips when she felt him pulse with his own release, the
intensity of his climax epitomizing hers.
    She didn’t know how long they laid abed afterwards,
limbs entangled, still joined. Hallie slept wrapped in Ethan’s arms and woke
sometime later to find him watching her.
    “What assignment?” she asked,
nudging him away when he looked as if he was about to kiss her. Once his lips
met hers, she knew she wouldn’t be capable of rational thought for a while.
    “I hoped you’d forgotten
about that,” he admitted with a grin.
    “Of course not.” Hallie
tucked the sheet around her breasts and sat up. Ethan gave a little groan of protest.
She smiled, securing the sheet in place. “I need some answers. ‘Fess up
Butler
.”
    *
* * *
    The
time had come to open up to Hallie and tell her the truth about his work. She
already knew that the periodical he reported for specialized in investigating paranormal
phenomena. Ghosts, stigmata, werewolves—you name it, they covered it. But what
she didn’t know was that the light hearted face of The Faustian Times hid Clive and Ethan’s real mission—to prove the
existence of vampires.
    Clive
Hawkins was Ethan’s business partner. He was a rich man in his seventies with
an interest in all things supernatural. He’d mixed in the same social circles
as Ethan’s wealthy parents, and it was Clive who had first suggested to him
that their sudden and brutal deaths might not have been what they first seemed.
    At
twenty years old, Ethan’s world shattered around him. He’d inherited a house he
had no idea what to do with and more money than he would ever need. So when
Clive first mentioned vampires, Ethan threw him out. But he kept coming back,
again and again, until Ethan finally listened to what he had to say. Clive discussed
the autopsy reports and the suspected cause of his parents’ demise, scoffing at
the MD’s belief that they could simply have bled to death from the two small
puncture wounds each of them had on their bodies.
    “The
injuries were exactly three inches apart,” Ethan explained to Hallie, “and each
hole was the same shape, size and depth. Like Clive said, the chances of that
happening to both of my parents were millions to one. I understood then why
Clive had been suspicious about the way my parents had died, especially considering
that none of their money or valuables had been taken.” Ethan bowed his head,
reliving the horrible memories.
    “So
we began investigating and set up the magazine to attract freelance writers to
help with research. In the years since, we’ve followed so many false leads but
eventually we stumbled across the real thing. A vampire male named Silas was seducing
and murdering women in and around
New
Orleans
. We’ve been tracking him ever since.”
    Silas
was the head of a nest of vampires